Like laying on
The bottom of
A cold clear
River bed and
Watching the rainbow
Trout shimmer past
This morning’s dawn
Is the same
Bands of soft
Red surround streaks
Of blue as
White gray tops
The swimming sky
As suddenly as
It appears it
Darts away giving
Way to the
Calm blue water
There above me
And in the
Dreamy morning hours
I felt a
Butterfly or perhaps
Hummingbird alight my
Lips still dreaming
I imagined a
Prince or pauper
Waking me as
Delicately as dew
On tulips as
Wanton as thirst
As tender as
Down and as
Tickling as seltzer
Brushing it away
I awoke to
Your eyes smiling
Good morning love
Again this morning
Pewter skies envelopes
My color like
A washcloth absorbing
Fresh blood leaving
Me a ghostly
Pallor of grey
Everything is muted
Like school children
Shushed by nuns
Hoping for the
Sun’s recess allowing
Glee and abandonment
Yet here I
Lay staring up
At gray grey
Much less than
Gay this day
As storms pass
And lightening sparks
Like flashlights in
Dark forests thunder
Booms like hammers
On bass drums
And then there
In the aftermath
Of nature’s artillery
Comes the sweet
Sullen rain pattering
On pavement bouncing
Like little acrobats
And if you
Listen very closely
You can even
Hear a weeeeeeee
And with my
Eyes I spy
A new day
Breaking out there
Not yet here
Canopy of clouds
Like London umbrellas
Growling and muttering
Hovering above churning
Seas washing the
Bleached beached sand
In sudsy foam
Depositing sea shells
At my feet
Which sink quickly
Like hasty relationships
And yet there
Beyond my reach
Dawn breaks through
Like a Chinese
Dragon on NewYears
Exploding bleeding red
For a moment
Then quietly gone
Just like yesterday
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 